Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.